I gotta get myself far, far awayI gotta tell myself that anywayI can’t forget the way that we used to beAnd all in all it seems so different to me

I said whoa oh Rosalie, I said whoa my RosalieOh every time I see her I have to stopAnd everybody says you are the cream of the cropBut if you’re looking angry in any wayI don’t believe I’d stand in your wayI want a lonely carriage with roses onA funny love affair, a funny way to go homeI won’t change for you, you haven’t changed for meI don’t suppose you’d have an answer for me?